Today, I have commented.
I feel strange remarking on the social media-made statements of friends with whom I used to go to school, because we no longer speak. I know she got married, I know she's expecting a baby, I know where she lives. But we don't chat, we weren't even close at school, we had a few lessons together, a few mutual friends but not much more than that. So to comment on something that she has said seems like I'm annoucing my presence in her life again...we're 'friends', we are vaguely aware that we 'follow' each others words and pictures, but to publicly acknowledge it? That's weird.
Yet when it comes to commenting on blogs of people I don't know, have never met, have only clicked on through something else, I have no problem saying - "that's cool!" showing my gratitude or just agreeing with their views on a subject. I mostly lurk, so sometimes I do feel a bit funny commenting as if I know the person when the only information they may have about me is my IP address. But I still do it, under the cover of the internet anonymity blanket, where despite how easy it is to know almost everything about someone just through reading and searching, it is also so easy to know them for so long without knowing much at all.
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This is something I think about a lot. Like, is it weird that I have more frequent online dialogue with you and other commenters on my blog than I do with supposedly life-long friends?
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